L'Escalier Du Diable

L’Escalier du Diable
Written by J. Marie Ravenshaw

“I wonder what kind of things the French are into…” Veronica mused. “They gotta be into more exotic shit than back home. I know I’m ready to find out!” Veronica, Ronnie to her friends, didn’t just walk, she sashayed, her ass swaying with each stride she took.

Men and women stopped dead in their tracks on the cobblestone walkways of Paris just to watch her as she passed. Ronnie seemed to be completely oblivious to their attention. Jenna, her best friend, followed in her wake with her hands stuffed into her pockets.

Even Jenna was affected by her, and she didn’t swing that way…usually. Ronnie just exuded sex. Her long wavy platinum blond hair cascading down her back, just barely touching the curve of her luscious ass. Her blue jeans were practically painted on and the halter top she wore left very little to the imagination hugging the hypnotizing curve of her breasts.

Jenna shook her head and smiled, “Ronnie you are fricken’ ridiculous! S’all ya’ think bout’. Sex, sex, sex, fuck, fuck, fuck…you’re damn insatiable! Yer leaving a trail of broken hearts behind ya’, poor guys don’t e’en know what hit em’. Where we goin’ ta’ nite?”

Ronnie turned around, hands on her hips, pinning Jenna with her half-lidded baby blues, “Broken hearts? Riiiiight, that’s what they're lookin’ for when they get with me…love.” She laughed, rolled her eyes, and shook her head, “Anyway, I heard of a place.” She shrugged elegantly, “Maybe we’ll go.”

Jenna’s brow rose, her lips curling into a slow smile, “What kind a place? Am I gonna like it?”

“It’s a club called L’Escalier du Diable, or The Devil’s Stairway. It’s a BDSM club down in the district.”

“Mmm…I dunno Ron-…”

In a movement too fast for her eyes to track, Ronnie slapped Jenna across the face. The sound reverberated off of the walls of the buildings surrounding them. Her head rocked back from the impact. Stunned, she looked around at the gathering crowd and instinctively raised her hand to the now flaming red cheek.

She slowly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, coming away with a streak of blood coating her skin. She licked the blood away, a slow grin spread across her face, her chest heaving.

Ronnie smiled grabbing onto Jenna’s arm and addressed the crowd, “It’s alright folks!” She made shooing motions and then turned back to Jenna smiling, “Hmm…I knew that would get your attention. Let’s go to that club tonight, I know how much you love that shit. I’ll even domme you so it’ll be safe. ”

“Right, ya’ got me…let’s go.” Jenna looked down and grabbed onto the front of her halter, stopping in her tracks, “And this shit,” she shook her head, “This shit ain’t gonna do. I need some vinyl or leather for a club like dat.”

Ronnie’s eyes twinkled in the low light, “Oh I have just the thing ma’ dear,” she purred as she put her arm around Jenna’s shoulders. “Let’s go back to the hotel and take a look at what goodies I brought.”

~~~

Jenna admired her petite figure in the full length mirror. What she saw astounded her; she didn’t even look like the same person. Her mousy brown hair gleamed under the fluorescent light of the hotel room. It was worn in a high and tight ponytail per Ronnie’s explicit orders.

Jenna was wearing a black, deep-v, vinyl cat suit with a zipper up the front. It was a tight fit, but it complimented her toned figure. The coup de grâce was the collar with three heavy D rings that was securely fastened around her neck. She turned her back to the mirror, looking over her shoulder to admire her vinyl clad ass.

She thought about how it would feel if she was touched by someone through the thin layer of vinyl. That extra barrier just seemed to enhance every touch, every hit…she shuddered at the thought.

Jenna shook her head trying to clear her thoughts as she turned back to the mirror. She snatched up the black eyeliner and finished the smoky haze around her hazel eyes. Finally satisfied, she traced her pouty lips with a fresh coat of crimson.

It was then that Ronnie sashayed into the room. Jenna stopped what she was doing and watched Ronnie move toward her through the reflective surface of the mirror.

Jenna exhaled a long drawn out breath and turned to look at her. Ronnie looked phenomenal in a crimson vinyl dress that came down to about mid-thigh. But what really drew your attention to the outfit was the plunge; it went all the way down to her navel. The plunge was then laced up loosely from the bottom up to about nipple level showcasing an ample amount of cleavage.

Ronnie slowly turned, allowing Jenna to see the whole dress. Her platinum blonde locks cascading down her back, shimmering in the fluorescent light. She wore her hair in a half up do. She stopped and put her hands on her hips, legs slightly apart, her baby blue eyes shining.

Her lips curled into a slow seductive smile. “Whaddya think Jen? Do I look the part?”

Jenna just stared, her mouth agape. ‘Hello S&M Barbie…every man and woman’s wet dream.’ She shook her head as she came out of her daze, “Um…Ya’ look…um…”

Ronnie’s smile faded, she narrowed her eyes, and tugged at the bottom of the dress, “What? Do I look bad?”

“Naw, not at all. Ya’ look fricken’ HOT!”

Ronnie smirked devilishly. She slapped her hand on her vinyl clad hip, hard. Jenna jumped at the sharp sound. Ronnie pointed to the area before her, “Kneel before me, now!”

Jenna fell to her knees before Ronnie, abasing herself, “Yes, mistress.”

“Arms out, wrists up.”

Jenna offered up her wrists without lifting her head. A slight smile curled her lips when she felt a cuff being buckled around her left and then her right wrist. She heard a click and the tinkling of metal on metal. Her heart started to beat so fast, it was as if a million tiny little birds were flapping their wings inside her chest cavity.

Ronnie stopped working on the cuffs, walked across the room and sat down in a chair. Her eyes glued to Jenna on her knees, arms up, head down. She smiled.

Jenna sat there, head hanging low, staying as still as possible with her wrists still offered up. ‘She din’t tell me ta’ move. What’s she doin’?’

The air around Jenna shifted. A pair of four inch, calf-high, lace-up, gleaming black vinyl stiletto boots sidled into her field of vision. Jenna sighed audibly and thought, ‘I’d give anythin’ to lick those boots right now.’ Ronnie’s jasmine perfume permeated the air surrounding them. She inhaled deeply, drawing in her scent.

Jenna’s head was jerked back by her ponytail, she gasped, closing her eyes briefly. When she opened them, Ronnie was staring down at her. She tugged the ponytail harder so that Jenna’s neck was at an almost uncomfortable angle. Ronnie leaned in so that her face was mere inches away from Jenna’s.

Jenna swallowed audibly, closing her eyes, her chest heaving. A chill ran up her spine. Her skin felt alive, the tiny little hairs on her body standing on end. Ronnie’s warm sweet breath fluttered against her face.

Most people don’t like to be tied up and dominated, Jenna did. It just flat did it for her. She relished the comforting weight of the cuffs and collar she wore. She liked to serve, to please.  Ronnie had dommed Jenna before and knew her limits as well as what she liked and didn’t. Jenna trusted her implicitly.


“Look at me slave.” Jenna’s eyes shifted to Ronnie’s. Ronnie smiled her evil smile, “You are mine to command when these cuffs are on. Do you understand?”

She was able to utter a breathy, “Yes, mistress.”

“Alright then, we’ll go to L’Escalier du Diable. But know that you answer to me and only me. The word for tonight is ‘enough’. You understand?”

“Yes mistress.”

Ronnie released her ponytail roughly. Jenna fell, ending up on all fours looking down at the black locking buckle cuffs at her wrists. They had a small silver chain running from one wrist to the other, a small heart shaped lock on each cuff keeping the chain in place.

Ronnie bent over, wrapping her manicured fingers around the chain and pulling upward, “To your feet now.”

Jenna stood, trying to keep from glancing at Ronnie as she stalked around Jenna, “You’re very obedient. I’ve always liked that about you.” Ronnie’s fingers brushed against the vinyl at Jenna’s back. A chill ran up her spine, she closed her eyes relishing the small touch.

“I am going to take the cuffs off so we can get to the club without you having to follow me like a lost puppy dog. But first….” Ronnie slapped Jenna’s ass hard.

Jenna gasped, her heart racing, her breathing shallow, eyelashes fluttering.

“I couldn’t resist, your ass looks positively scrumptious. Mmm….yum. Turn around slave, wrists out.”

Jenna turned around, holding out her wrists. She avoided looking Ronnie in the eyes, trying to remain as submissive as possible.

Ronnie unlocked the cuffs, removing them from Jenna’s wrists. “Alright, you ready to go Jen?” She stuffed the cuffs in a big leather bag.

Jenna looked up into the Ronnie’s beautiful blue eyes. “Yeah, les’ go.”

~~~

The incessant clack, clack, clack, of Ronnie’s boots was grating on Jenna’s nerves. She had been to a couple BDSM clubs in the States. There was no alcohol allowed, rules were enforced. Here, she wasn’t so sure.

“Ronnie, I’m gettin’ nervous.”

Ronnie stopped and turned around, cupping Jenna’s cheek in the palm of her hand, “Why? There’s no reason to be nervous. You’re with me. No one can mess with my property unless I give them permission. Well I’m not giving permission.”

Jenna searched Ronnie’s eyes, satisfied with what she saw there, she nodded and said, “I trust ya’ Ronnie.”

Ronnie dropped her hand, “Alright then, let’s go and see what this club is all about.”

She spun on her heel grabbing onto Jenna’s hand and continued the walk down the dark alleyway.


There was no line, just a darkened alley with one lit light bulb above a non-descript door. Next to the door was a plaque that read: L’ESCALIER DU DIABLE. With exception to the dripping and scurrying noises of the cobblestoned passage, it was silent as the grave.

Jenna gestured to the door, “Dis’ can’t be it.”

Ronnie turned toward her, hands on hips, “And why not?”

Jenna sighed, shaking her head she mumbled, “Jus’ don’t seem right.”

“What doesn’t seem right?”

“Jus’ don’t feel right.”

“C’mon Jen, how’s it supposed to feel? Comfortable? Like every other club in the U.S.? Got news for ya’ babe, we’re not in the U.S. We’re on foreign soil, it’s gonna feel different.”

“I’ll take yer’ word for it.”

On that note, Ronnie raised her hand and knocked sharply on the door. She was just about to knock again when a peep hole on the door opened framing a pair of the bluest eyes Ronnie had ever seen.

A deep masculine voice reverberated against the door, “Qui se trouve présent?”

“Mon nom est Ronnie et c’est Jenna mon soumis.” Ronnie said this as she gestured to Jenna.

“Que voulez-vous?”

She smiled coyly and practically purred, “Nous sommes venus pour jouer entièrement des États-Unis.”

He laughed, a rich baritone that just made you want to laugh with him, “Ah...donc vous êtes l'américain. Parlez-vous le français couramment?”

“Un petit peu, pouvez-vous parler l'anglais s'il vous plaît?”

“Oui,” he looked toward Jenna, in a heavily accented voice he said, “Hello ma petit.” He closed the peep hole. Ronnie looked at Jenna and shrugged.

The door opened. The man smiled coyly, showcasing a dimple in his right cheek. He was tanned from head to toe. His chestnut hair was tucked behind his ears. In a sweeping motion the man gestured them in as he asked, “Are you both ready to walk the staircase of the demon?”

Jenna’s eyes scanned him from head to toe. The man had almost nothing on at all. All he wore was a black leather kilt with nail head accents. He really didn’t need to wear anything at all. He was chiseled from head to toe, but not overly so. From his pecks to his well defined six pack, his toned thigh and calf muscles…it was very apparent that this man loved his body. 

Ronnie raised her brow and smiled seductively as she stepped into the doorway, “But of course we’re ready.” He watched her pass, his eyes fixating on her back side.

Jenna hesitated and the man noticed, he held out his hand, “Come ma petit, we won’t bite unless you ask for us to.” He flashed his pearly whites.

Jenna bit her lip, wringing her hands. She knew better than to touch another person. She was to answer to Ronnie and only Ronnie.

Ronnie looked back, finally noticing that Jenna hadn’t stepped forward. She glanced at the doorman, who immediately pulled back his outstretched hand. She held out her hand as she glared at the man, “C’mon Jen, we’re goin’ inside now.”

Jenna ducked her head and wrapped her fingers around Ronnie’s small soft hand. She exhaled a breath that she wasn’t aware she had been holding. The man flashed a quick grin and flattened himself against the open door.

As they passed, he looked into Jenna’s eyes as he said, “Soyez bienvenus à l'escalier du démon...où vous vivrez votre fantaisie pour toujours…” His eyes flashed a deep, fathomless black. She blinked, shook her head, and stared back at him. His eyes were the bright blue she had seen just moments ago. ‘Jus’ seeing things…nerves.’ Ronnie continued dragging Jenna down the stairway as the man’s salacious laughter echoed down the rough stone stairway after them.

‘Toujours means always, right? Or is it forever? Jus’ what have we gotten ourselves into?’

~~~

The stairway was lit with dim candlelight in rough hewn alcoves, but there was no light at the end of the tunnel that they could see. It seemed as if the stairway would never end. Jenna’s eyes darted around, instinctively looking for an exit. The walls seemed to be closing in around her.

Jenna’s heart was racing, her breathing shallow, her palms were moist against Ronnie’s. She couldn’t shake the feeling that they were trapped. Ronnie must have noticed that she was panicking because she stopped abruptly and pushed Jenna roughly against the jagged stone wall.

Jenna’s eyes darted everywhere, looking around and right through Ronnie. Ronnie cupped both of her cheeks, forcing Jenna to look her in the eyes. “Jen…Jen breathe! Look at me!”

Jenna was shaking, her upper lip glistening in the dim candlelight, knees threatening to give out. “Jen!! Look at me!” Ronnie reared back and slapped Jenna across the face, hard. “SNAP OUT OF IT JEN!” Jenna gazed into Ronnie’s eyes, biting her lip, tears streaming down her face. Ronnie gently brushed her fingers along Jenna’s jawline. “Come back to me Jen.”

“I’m…‘ere…Ronnie,” she said between sobs.

Ronnie smiled and wiped the tears away from her friend’s cheeks. “Good…good hun. Glad to have you back. I think I know what you need.”

“Wha-..”

Ronnie shushed Jenna, digging into her bag she pulled out the black locking cuffs and chain. “You need to feel safe, and I know how I can do that.”

Ronnie backed off, “On your knees, arms out, wrists up.”

Jenna gave Ronnie wide eyes before saying, “Yes mistress.” Jenna ducked her head and fell to her knees on a rough stone stair, arms held out with her wrists up. Ronnie fastened one cuff and then the other.

The roughened material of the cuffs digging into her sensitive skin sent a shiver up and down Jenna’s spine. She smiled as she heard the familiar locking click and the tinkling of metal on metal. Ronnie wrapped her fingers around the chain connecting Jenna’s wrists.

“Do you hear that?”

Jenna almost looked up at Ronnie, but caught herself before she lifted her eyes, “Mistress?”

“Shh! Listen…” She whispered.

Jenna strained to hear what Ronnie was hearing but to no avail. She didn’t hear a thing.

“We must be getting close. Let’s get moving, now!” Ronnie tugged the chain roughly, pulling Jenna off balance. She lunged forward.

Ronnie pulled the chain taut, preventing Jenna from falling flat on her face. When she was safely on her own two feet, Ronnie stepped down one step, tugging the chain, “Come now slave, we’ll see what this club is all about.”

Jenna exhaled slowly and followed Ronnie. Her eyes stayed glued to the floor in front of her. Ronnie was right though, they must be getting closer. She finally heard what Ronnie must have been hearing because the further they went, the louder the pulsing sound became. A red light was flashing on the stone walls ahead of them.

With each step the trance music became louder, the bass reverberating through their bodies. Ronnie looked back at Jenna and smiled. Remembering herself, Jenna ducked her head. “No it’s alright. You can look at me.”

Jenna’s eyes slowly rolled up to meet Ronnie’s sparkling baby blues. “We are here for a good time. You will, however, be obedient to me. You will answer to me and only me. You will treat everyone that addresses you before me as if they do NOT exist. Do you understand me?”

“Yes Mistress.”

Ronnie nodded, “Good. You remember the word, right?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Good.”

~~~

They stood at the foot of the stairway. The walls surrounding them so thick with condensation, that they were dripping; forming a puddle beneath their feet. The pumping music was so loud that they weren’t able to hear each other. Ronnie tugged the chain and cocked her head to the right.

She led Jenna toward the music and into one of the largest caves she had ever seen. They stood motionless in the massive rough hewn stone archway gazing over the crowd.

The strobe lights bounced off faces, limbs, naked flesh, chains gleaming. It seemed as if the crowd was one big writhing body, all undulating, moving at the same time.

Jenna stood there, mouth agape. The beat of the music coupled with the sight of the crowd caused a familiar tightening low in her body. One glance toward Ronnie and she knew she felt the same way.

Ronnie turned toward Jenna as if in slow motion. Her eyes widened, she lifted a trembling hand to her brow, swiping the glimmering stray hairs out of her face she mouthed, “Oh…My…God.”

Jenna just nodded, visibly swallowing. The smell of sweat, leather, cologne, the distinctive smell of sex, and a faint metallic scent that lingered on the back of your tongue, wafted to their noses. It was…intoxicating.

Jenna exhaled a long shaky breath and looked to her right, noticing a bar. She turned back toward Ronnie who lifted her hand in a drinking motion, raising her brow. Jenna nodded in response.

They walked up to the bar, Ronnie still gripping the chain stretched taut between Jenna’s aching wrists. Ronnie raised her brow at the bartender who wasn’t wearing much more than the doorman and started to raise her hand.

She would have ordered her normal vodka tonic but was surprised when the bartender flashed his gleaming white smile and placed two flaming shots on the bar in front of her.

She looked up at him, pursing her lips and knitting her brow. He shrugged with his hands out, a “wasn’t me” gesture. He stood there watching, waiting. Jenna looked down the length of the bar and noticed that all the patrons had the same drink.

Ronnie shrugged handing Jenna a flaming shot, releasing her grip on the chain. They lifted their glasses, looking back to the bartender who then encouraged them to drink it with a smile and a flick of his wrist. They blew out the flame, and tossed it back.

Jenna closed her eyes at the taste of it, pure ambrosia. It tasted like cherries, lingering on your tongue, climbing down your throat. It burned going down, but it was a good burn. She sucked at her teeth, tongue…she couldn’t get enough. One word echoed throughout her mind…More.

She slowly opened her eyes, licking her lips. She looked to the bartender who raised a brow, smiling seductively. He shook his finger in the air and mouthed, “No.”

Jenna stared at him in wide-eyed disbelief…she needed more. He put up one finger and mouthed, “One.”

She turned to Ronnie who looked just as dumbfounded as she felt. Ronnie reached out, grabbed onto the chain, and pulled Jenna toward her. Her eyes dropped down to Jenna’s lips. Jenna licked her full, pouty lips slowly in anticipation, a silent invitation. Jenna’s breath left her as Ronnie quickly leaned in and captured her lips with her own.

She played over Jenna’s lips masterfully, starting her exploration softly. Then it changed, becoming desperate. She couldn’t get enough, had to have more. Ronnie pressed her curves against Jenna. Pinning her cuffed arms between them, a soft moan escaping her, eyes clamping shut tightly.

Ronnie sucked at Jenna’s lower lip, nipping. Tilting her head to the side, her tongue slid past Jenna’s lips. Ronnie’s hands caressed Jenna’s arms. Jenna shuddered in response, her eyes fluttering.

Their tongues met. Dancing, swirling, twisting, and exploring each other’s mouths. The cherry flavor faint, but still present. They fed upon it, as if they would consume each other. Tasting each other fully, they sucked the sweet ambrosial liquid from tongues, teeth, lapping at the roof of each other’s mouths.

Ronnie pulled back slightly as her hands crept toward the nape of Jenna’s neck. Jenna, feeling her pull away, latched onto Ronnie’s lower lip. Ronnie grabbed onto Jenna’s ponytail and tugged roughly, breaking her seal. Jenna gasped, her neck bent at an uncomfortable angle.   

Ronnie leaned forward and licked up Jenna’s throat languorously, nipping at her chin. Ronnie’s warm breath fluttered against her ear as she whispered in a roughened voice, “You forget yourself slave.”

“Yes mistress.” Jenna breathed. Ronnie abruptly let her go, causing Jenna to stumble forward. Jenna turned back toward Ronnie, her chest heaving, eyelids fluttering, heart racing.

“Don’t let it happen again.” A slow smiled curled her lip, “Now, let’s dance.”

Ronnie handed the bartender her massive leather bag and wrapped her fingers around the silver chain and led Jenna to the dance floor.

~~~

The crowd seemed to part as Ronnie led Jenna into the writhing masses. Her hips swayed to the electronic beat, her free arm moving back and forth in the air. Jenna’s eyes seemed to transfix on Ronnie’s ass, hypnotized by its rhythmic sway.

Ronnie turned around pulling the chain slowly toward her. She leaned into Jenna and yelled, “I’m gonna let go, dance! Have fun!”

Jenna nodded. All she wanted to do was dance; to fall into the rhythm, the beat, the crowd. She closed her eyes and swayed, letting the music move her. The people around them writhing, undulating, and brushing up against them.

They danced until they were sore, sweat beading on their faces, hair sticking to their necks. Jenna’s sweat slick body slid against the thin vinyl of the cat suit, her nipples hardened to the point of pain, she unzipped the front a few inches; the sensations were just too overwhelming.

A scent, a coppery metallic scent, wafted to her nostrils. She opened her eyes searching for the source. She looked around. Nothing but naked bodies, couples fucking on the dance floor seemingly oblivious to the crowd surrounding them.

Distantly she saw a couple, the man pressed up against the wall face first. His hands stretched wide above his head, palms pressed against the rough walls of the cave, legs spread. He wore nothing but a G-string. The woman was beating him relentlessly with what seemed to be a modified flogger. But the pattern it left behind…it left bloody welts. Jenna shuddered at the sight.

Then it occurred to her that dancing was not what she came here for. She wanted pain, craved it, longed for it. She was on the verge of dropping to her knees in front of Ronnie, abasing herself, when she spotted him.

He seemed to be more dressed than anyone else in this club. He wore a full length, zip front, leather trench coat, with red arcane embroidery. His chest was bare underneath it, the pale white skin framed by the contrasting blackness of the coat. The flesh that was visible looked as if it could have been carved out of marble, chiseled. He wore a pair of black leather pants with buckles down the sides and heavy black leather biker boots.   

He stood still among the ever moving crowd, his eyes like green flame never leaving Jenna’s. Even from this distance Jenna could feel him like a line of heat in her body. She could see his face in bold highlights, the strobes reflecting off the leather on his body. His hair, which can only be described as crimson red, slid like a soft cloud around his shoulders.

He was beautiful, though not a feminine beauty. An ethereal glow emanated from him…his skin, his eyes, even his smile. A familiar tightening low in her body…she wanted him, needed to be with him. Her fingers ached to touch him, caress the smooth line of his jaw, his neck, his chest. She distantly thought, ‘Damn what was in that drink.’ It was then he smiled at her and started to walk toward her. It was as if he floated on air.

She stood there in the flickering darkness, mouth agape at the sight of him, heart beating into her throat, waiting for him to come to her. He came to stand two feet in front of her. He looked at her saying nothing. Everyone around them seemed to disappear. It was just the two of them gazing into each others’ eyes.

Jenna felt Ronnie sidle up behind her, wrapping her arms around her neck. Her curves pressed tightly against her back, her breath warm on her neck, she asked, “Who is this man, slave? Have you spoken to him?”

Jenna reluctantly dropped her gaze, bowing her head, “No mistress.”

“Good. You’re such an obedient little slave.” Ronnie licked up the side of Jenna’s neck, her eyes fixed on the man standing before them. She bit down on Jenna’s earlobe. Jenna shuddered, knees going weak, she settled back into Ronnie’s warm body.

Ronnie released her earlobe and gazed into the man’s glowing green eyes. “What do you want?”

He looked into Jenna’s eyes and extended his hand as if he’d caress her cheek, but stopped just short. His eyes shifted to Ronnie, in a heavily accented voice he said, “I know what you came here for ma petite. I can give it to you both…if you just follow me.”

She felt the eyes of the crowd upon them. Looking around she noticed that the people closest to them had stopped dancing and were now giving them their full attention. Their faces distorted, eyes black pits, teeth sharpened, becoming more grotesque in the strobe lights. Jenna’s heart sped up; she closed her eyes, willing the vision to go away. “Drinks affecting me.”

Jenna slowly opened her eyes, gazing out at the crowd surrounding them. Normal, they looked normal again. She swallowed as she turned her attention back to the man standing in front of her.

He ducked his head so that his eyes would meet Jenna’s, extending his hand to her, he said, “Please, join me, join us.”

Jenna looked at his outstretched hand skeptically, ‘Could he really give us what we want?’

Ronnie’s warm breath fluttered against Jenna’s ear, “If you want us to go with him, you have my permission to take his hand.”

Jenna reached forward with both hands and wrapped her fingers around the man’s large, warm hand. Something like an electrical shock coursed through her entire body at their contact. She shuddered, her heart racing, chest heaving, eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks. The man drew her up against the hard planes of his body, he spoke into her ear, “Come now ma petite, Veronique and I will show you a good time.”

Surprised, she looked to Ronnie, a satisfied smile slowly spread across her face. Jenna’s eyes widened as a thought popped into her head, ‘Veronique? She knows im’!’ Then she remembered what Ronnie had said to her earlier, ‘Why? There’s no reason to be nervous. You’re with me. No one can mess with my property unless I give them permission. Well I’m not giving permission.’ She shook her head in disbelief.

The man released her, she gasped as he grabbed onto the chain stretched between her wrists roughly. He dragged her to the far side of the dance floor. All eyes were on them. People stopped dancing to turn and watch as they passed. He walked to the pounding beat of the trance music.

Jenna could feel the pressure of the crowd’s eyes upon her, boring holes into her. Her vision blurred, she stumbled and struggled to keep up with the mysterious man. She kept her head down, watching her feet as the man led her to a doorway. Stealing a quick glance back, she noticed that Ronnie followed closely, an evil smile spread across her face.

~~~

He led them through the doorway into a dark, dank hallway. Sounds of agony and ecstasy could be heard over the pulsing beat of the music just outside the door.

They passed by several closed doors and a few very amorous couples pressed up against the walls. Finally, they came to the end of the hallway with a single open door.

The door was more ornate than the others. It was studded with steel nail heads, giving it a medieval dungeon feel. Jenna looked up as they passed over the threshold, nothing but darkness greeted them. The door closed ominously behind her. The distinctive click of the lock being engaged echoed throughout the room causing Jenna’s heart to race.

A slight tug at her wrists reminded her that she wasn’t alone in the pitch black room. She clenched her fists, her finger tips throbbing against her palms. A loud inhale came from directly in front of her, the man’s hot breath fluttering against her face.

A roughened voice seemed to come from all around her, surrounding her, “Ma petite…such fear. Your fear, feeding me- I can smell it, taste it, roll it around on my tongue like the sweetest candy. I can taste your desire as well. Ronnie, your slave is thinking naughty thoughts…I think she needs to be punished, what say you?”

Malevolent female laughter rose up from behind her, Jenna shuddered, “I say, let’s stop playing these games and start. The foreplay is killing me.”

“La patience, la patience, ma petit lapin. Nous jouerons bientôt. Allumez les lumières!”

A flick of the switch and the room was flooded with blinding light. Jenna ducked her head closing her eyes tightly.

“Open your eyes ma petite.”

Jenna slowly opened her eyes, blinking into the bright light, her heart racing, stomach fluttering. As her eyes slowly adjusted, she realized that she stood in the middle of a fully equipped BDSM dungeon.

“LOOK...AT…ME!!” His yell echoed throughout the large room. He slapped her hard across the face. Her head rocked back from the impact, the sound echoing off the stone walls surrounding them. She was knocked off balance; the only thing keeping her on her feet was the man holding her chain.

She tried to catch her breath, it was too shallow. She counted to ten and inhaled a long shaky breath and slowly exhaled, finally looking up at him. As blood dripped from the corner of her mouth and rolled down her chin, she uttered a breathy, “Yes master.”

He smiled deviously, “Good you know your place with me now.” He turned in a circle with his hand out, gesturing to the room, “Look all around you ma petite, it looks fun, non?”

Jenna’s eyes skipped from torture device to torture device. Bondage benches, a cross in the corner, two cages, and a suspension frame with steel cables hanging from it, a stock, all types of torture tools hanging on the walls. A table spread with tools that gleamed in the overhead light. She strained to see what was on that table. The man, her master, stepped in front of her blocking the view.

“That, ma petite, is for later.” He turned his head addressing Ronnie, “Ready the suspension frame; she needs to be bound.” He reached out, stroking her cheek, “Don’t you ma petite? You need to be punished.” He cupped her chin and squeezed her cheeks, hard. He spoke through gritted teeth, “I asked you a question slave…”

“Ye-yes master. I need ta’ be punished.”

“Down on your knees, now!”

Jenna immediately dropped to her knees, abasing herself. The man’s heavy footsteps trailed away from her. She heard a sliding sound, and then she heard Ronnie and the man talking softly in French. She heard clack, clack, clack…a moment of silence and then she was roughly hoisted up to her knees by her ponytail, a small scream escaping her.

Ronnie bent down, pulling Jenna’s head back. Her lips slowly curled into a devious smile, “Now it’s time to play. Stand up!” She released her ponytail roughly.

“Yes mistress.” She rocked back onto her feet and stood on shaky legs.

Ronnie grasped the chain, jerking Jenna forward roughly. She led her to the suspension frame. The master, who had removed his coat, stood to the right with his bare back to them, seemingly contemplating what tools he would use.

Ronnie spun Jenna around quickly, she swayed at the movement. Ronnie reached for the key around her neck, unlocked the chain, and threw it to the ground. Jenna raised her brow.

Ronnie smirked, “We have no need for that anymore.” She turned and grabbed onto a steel cable, attaching it to Jenna’s right cuff, “We have this now.” She attached another steel cable to her left cuff.

Jenna looked to the floor as Ronnie walked around her running her fingernails along the vinyl covering her abdomen, her abdominal muscles tensing in their wake. She heard an oily squeak; then a click, click, click sound as she was lifted upward, her arms spreading further apart. Jenna stood on tiptoe, her breath coming faster, heartbeat racing.

Ronnie walked up behind Jenna, wrapping her arms around her waist, settling her chin into the crook of her neck. Ronnie’s warm breath fluttered against Jenna’s ear, causing a shiver to run up and down her spine, as she spoke to the master, “I do believe that our slave is getting excited.” She unwrapped herself from Jenna’s body and came to stand in front of her. “Are you slave? Getting excited?”

“Yes mistress.”

“Good.” Ronnie knelt down to the floor in front of Jenna. Looking into her eyes from her position on the floor she grabbed onto a black ankle cuff, identical to her wrist cuffs, which was already attached to a steel cable. Jenna watched her place the cuff on her ankle, then move to do the same on the other side. Ronnie glanced up at Jenna.

Jenna gasped and whimpered at the sight of her, her heart threatening to burst right out of her chest cavity. ‘No fuckin’ way! I did not just see that. It’s the drink…the drink…the drink...’

Ronnie stood up slowly, running her hands up the length of Jenna’s body, her fingernails digging into the vinyl cat suit, shredding it and the flesh lying beneath it. Trickles of warm liquid ran down the length of her. Jenna closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head from side to side, fighting against the restraints, “No…no…no…please don’t.”

She could feel Ronnie’s hot breath on her cheek, instead of smelling sweet, her breath smelled of sulfur. Jenna turned her head to the side, slowly opening her eyes and avoiding Ronnie’s blood red gaze.

“What’s the matter Jen? See something you don’t like?” She purred. Ronnie grabbed a hold of Jenna’s chin and forcibly turned her head so she could look her in the eyes, her sharp nails digging into her flesh causing trickles of warm blood to flow down her face.

Ronnie’s eyes followed the blood, fascinated, she leaned in and licked Jenna’s cheek with a roughened tongue. Ronnie closed her eyes; her entire body shuddered in response.

“Didn’t you ever wonder Jen? How did I go from boyish- flat chested, short, not beautiful at all…to this?” She released her grip on Jenna’s chin and stepped back and gestured to her voluptuous body. “Speak freely slave.”

“Ye-yes, I di-did wonder. But I jus’ chalked it up to ya’ bein’ a late bloomer.”

Ronnie threw her head back, her maniacal laughter echoing throughout the room. Jenna flinched. When she could breathe again she said, “You have got to be fucking kidding me Jenna…Oh the master is going to love you! He’ll love your innocence, a worthy soul to add to his collection. Jus’ RIPE for da’ pickin’!”

At that moment the green eyed man walked up to them, his hands behind his back, his lip curling up on one side as he eyed Jenna’s bloody shredded attire, “Oh yes he will adore her. You did well, he will be pleased.”

Ronnie gazed over at the man adoringly; she bit her lower lip, “Thank you Asmodeus. Do we still get to have a little fun before he makes his appearance?”

A sinister grin spread slowly across his face, his green eyes bled into black fathomless pits, “Oh yes. Yes we do.”

~~~

Ronnie walked out of sight. Again Jenna heard an oily squeak; then a click, click, click sound as her ankles were spread farther apart. She whimpered. The man, Asmodeus, looked at her and said, “Now we have you right where we want you.” He walked up to her and grasped the back of her neck bringing her face to his. Their lips met in a bruising kiss, his tongue thrusting desperately into her mouth.

He wrapped his body around her small frame. He fed at her mouth, as his free hand caressed her arm and slowly drew down her body, brushing against the curve of her breast. She tried not to respond to him, but her body gave her away. She thrust her chest out toward him.

A metallic taste flooded her mouth, he moaned into the kiss, becoming more frantic. Their tongues explored, writhing against each other, tasting, twisting. He sucked on her tongue, bit down on her lower lip as he drew back from the kiss, gazing into her eyes. He was enjoying himself as evidenced by the hardness pressing up against her leg.

Asmodeus drew the zipper of the cat suit down, revealing the soft mounds of her breasts. He walked away from her toward the table that held the gleaming tools. Ronnie sidled up behind Jenna, and whispered against her ear, “He’s good isn’t he slave?”

“Yes.”

Ronnie slapped Jenna’s ass hard causing her to cry out, a spasm of pleasure ran through her entire body. She closed her eyes.

“Yes what slave?”

“Yes mistress.”

Ronnie came around to the front looking Jenna in the eyes. She had a riding crop and was bouncing it off the palm of her hand. “You have been a naughty girl. I think it’s time we teach you a lesson.” She brought the crop down on her hand in a movement that had it whistling through the air. Jenna flinched. Ronnie smiled deviously and walked around her trailing the crop along Jenna’s body. Jenna shuddered and struggled against the restraints anticipating what was to come.

“Why do you struggle? You’re not going anywhere…”

Ronnie snapped Jenna’s ass hard with the riding crop, she screamed out, her ass throbbing. She wiggled in her bounds, a tear trailed down her cheek.

“I asked you a question slave.”

Jenna choked on a sob, “Can’t…help…it, Mistress. Hafta try.”

Ronnie leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Does it excite you to be at our mercy? Knowing that you can’t do anything about it?”

“Yes mistress.”

Ronnie licked Jenna’s neck; she cringed turning her head to the side whimpering. Ronnie latched onto her ear, tormenting it with her tongue, then bit down hard. Jenna screamed, “Enough! Enough!!” She struggled, bucking against the restraints.

Ronnie pulled back roughly and spat something onto the floor. “Mmm…tasty.”

Ronnie walked around Jenna, the clack, clack, clack, of her boots making Jenna wince. Her nails trailed behind her, digging into the vinyl of the cat suit. Ducking under Jenna’s arm, she came up mere inches from Jenna’s face. Blood was coating her chin and dripping onto the floor. “Feels good, huh?”

Jenna whimpered, “Yes mistress.”

Ronnie slapped Jenna’s ass hard. “I just love your reaction to pain. Makes me wanna hurt you…”

“Walk away Veronique, my turn,” Asmodeus growled.

Ronnie looked toward the man and smiled, releasing Jenna, and stepping away.

Asmodeus walked toward her, his hands behind his back. He gazed into her eyes as he pulled a gleaming dagger into view. She looked to the floor, heart racing, chest heaving, a sob escaped her. He put the tip of the dagger under her chin using it to raise her face so he could look into her eyes. “Such conflicting feelings you have. On one hand you feel pleasure. On the other, you’re fearful. Which is it ma petite? Pleasure or fear?”

“Both master.”

His lips curled into a sinister smile as he lowered the dagger. He grabbed onto the edge of the vinyl cat suit and pulled it roughly, jerking Jenna around in her bounds. He cut into the vinyl with the dagger. The sound of the vinyl shredding was thick and meaty; as if the dagger were indeed ripping through flesh.

The tip of the sharp dagger brushed against her sensitive flesh. She shuddered, shivers running up and down her spine. He cut from the zipper all the way down both legs until the vinyl was hanging off her. Ronnie walked up from behind and sliced up the vinyl sleeves all the way down her back. They peeled the suit off her, and stood staring at her exposed body. “Open your eyes slave.”

Jenna obeyed, avoiding eye contact with either one of them. “Do you want us to touch you slave?”

“Yes, master…mistress, I do.”

They looked at each other, mischievous grins spread slowly across their faces. “Then we shall do just that.”

Ronnie pressed her curves up against Jenna’s back, wrapping her arms around her cupping her breasts. She caressed the curve of them, her fingers circling her nipples, plucking at them, pinching, and pulling. Jenna moaned letting her head fall back onto Ronnie’s shoulder.

Warm hands crept up her legs, over her calves, knees, caressing her thighs. Warm breath on her inner thigh, soft kisses moving ever upward. His fingers found the center of her; she cried out at the contact and looked down at him. He leaned forward, wrapping his lips around the most intimate part of her. She moaned, her head falling back against Ronnie’s shoulder in ecstasy.

He sucked the nectar from her wet pink flesh, moaning, sending a thrill through her body. He continued to suck her nub rhythmically. His tongue worked her masterfully, laving a path of heat in and around her. She strained against him, struggling against the ankle restraints.

Ronnie ducked under her shoulder, mounding up Jenna’s breast, she wrapped her lips around her nipple sucking hard, drawing it away from her body. Using her teeth, she looked up into Jenna’s eyes, her tongue flicking out against the taut pink flesh.

Asmodeus’ fingers slid inside of her as he continued to torment her with his tongue. His fingers moved quickly inside of her. Ronnie bit down around her nipple hard. Jenna screamed, her whole body tensing, chest heaving. Asmodeus bit down around her clit, she came, body releasing as she screamed her pleasure.

When her body quieted, Ronnie released her nipple from the moist confines of her mouth and Asmodeus rose from his position on the floor. A satisfied grin spread across his face, “Ah…la petite mort…you want more ma petite?”

Jenna struggled to catch her breath, her vision blurred, “Yes…very yes master.”

He looked to Ronnie, “Release her ankles.” She nodded and knelt to open the cuffs.

Asmodeus sat down in the throne in the corner of the dungeon, a leg up over the arm rest. He wiped his arm across his mouth. His crimson hair gleamed in the overhead light. He leaned over, his stomach muscles bunching as he untied his boot, “What will you do, what will you give, for me to touch you again ma petite? For me to be inside you?”

No hesitation, “Anything master.”

He looked at her as he threw his boot to the floor, a heavy clunk echoing through the room. He smiled, a sparkle in his eye, “Really? Anything?”

She sighed, her body spasming, “Yes master, anything.”

Asmodeus raised a brow and looked toward Ronnie who smiled devilishly. He untied his other boot, throwing it onto the floor. He stood, unbuttoning his leathers and letting them drop to the floor. He walked toward Jenna, his hand wrapped around his manhood, stroking up and down his length as he came closer, “You’ll do anything to have this inside you?” 

Jenna, her eyes half-lidded, nodded, “Yes master…anything.”

Ronnie positioned herself behind Jenna, gazing at Asmodeus over her shoulder. Reaching around, she grabbed onto Jenna’s breasts, squeezing hard. Jenna moaned as her head fell back against Ronnie’s shoulder. Ronnie licked along Jenna’s jaw line, her neck, sucked her earlobe into her mouth.

Asmodeus lifted Jenna’s legs wrapping them around his hips. He teased her, rubbing the tip of his cock against her clit, she moaned. His entire body shuddered, “You are so wet ma petite…” He positioned himself at her opening, grabbing her hips his fingers digging into the sensitive flesh as he plunged into her roughly. She screamed at the feel of his hot, hard cock inside of her.

He didn’t hold back, he just pounded into her relentlessly. The rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh and other wetter things echoed throughout the room. He pistoned in and out of her, faster and harder.

His voice came strained with each thrust, “There…is…one…thing…I…ask ...of…you.”

“Yes…master.”

“Sacrifice.”

“Yes…master…anything.”

He smiled, “Very well. Your soul is ours.” He nodded toward Ronnie.

A metallic flash as a knife is sharply sliced across her neck. Her eyes widened, vision fogging at the edges as her life’s blood spills down her skin. Her mouth opens, trying to breathe.

She looks at Asmodeus, horns protruding from his forehead, eyes black fathomless holes. Arm muscles rippling as he continues his rhythm, neck muscles straining. He throws his head back and screams his release, his body straining and spasming within her.

Tears streaming down her face, skin reddening with the effort to breathe, lips with a bluish tinge. Coughing and choking on her blood, spraying outward.

Ronnie leans forward lapping at the blood flowing down Jenna’s chest. She looks up at her, eyes an endless red, small black horns protruding from her head, “Go see the master slave. You don’t walk the stairway without meeting the Devil.” A sinister smile slowly spread across her face.

Then it all went black.

~~~

The strobe lights bounced off faces, limbs, naked flesh, chains gleaming. It seemed as if the crowd was one big writhing body, all undulating, moving at the same time. Jenna is now part of the writhing mass, her eyes devoid of any life.

Jenna is one of many to have walked L’Escalier du Diable, now serving out eternity in the second level of hell. An area of hell set aside for those overcome by lust. For those who let their appetites sway their reason. They are sinners to be blown around endlessly by unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions.

Would you walk L’Escalier du Diable?

The End

Word count: 8142

Entered into: "A MidSummer Night's Scream"  September 2011-  Awarded 1st place
Prompt: open